Ezio was miffed.

Leonardo has been sick for weeks, though that wasn't why Ezio was upset. He was upset because Leonardo refused to see a doctor. vomiting everyday wasn't normal, even if he wasn't running a fever.

So, Ezio decided to do something about it.

*Knock Knock*

Ezio just walked in.

Leonardo was sitting at his work bench, doing some sketches of his hand. He didn't look sick, but Ezio knew differently, if he was well he'd probably be working with his paints. Ezio shut the door and Leonardo looked up.

"Leonardo, how are you feeling?"

Leonardo smiled at him, "I'm feeling much better today!"

Ezio gave him a skeptical look, "I don't believe you."

Leonardo gave him a sheepish grin, "Really Ezio, I'm feeling much better!"

Ezio walked over to the work bench, and picked up a jar of paint. Then he held it out to Leonardo, "Go ahead, open it."

Leonardo brought his hand up to the lid, then let it fall back onto the desk. "Fine, I'm not better, yet, but I haven't gotten worse."

Ezio watched Leonardo squirm in his chair.

"What?"

Ezio frowned, "I'm taking you to a doctor."

"Really, Ezio, I am an adult, I think I can go to a doctor for myself."

"But you haven't."

"Because I don't think I need to.!"

"Well I do! Just see what he has to say!"

Leonardo pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fine, I'll go, but I won't like it."

"Thank you, amore mio." Ezio hugged Ezio close.

Ezio dragged Leonardo out before he had a chance to change his mind.

A few minutes later they arrived at the doctor's stand.

"Ahh, what can I do for you Messere?"

Leonardo took a step forward, "I have been having strange bouts of nausea, and strange food cravings, and somedays I feel as though I could just sleep all day."

Ezio looked over at Leonardo, shocked, "You have not told me this."

Leonardo just waved him off, "You did not ask."

The doctor brought his hands up to the artist's neck, searching for swelling, or any sign to tell him what was wrong. "What kind of strange food?"

"Meat."

Ezio gave him another shocked look. "You don't eat meat, why would you crave it?"

"Ezio, just because I don't eat it now, doesn't mean I've never had it," Leonardo shrugged, "and though I've been craving it, I haven't been eating it."

The doctor let go of Leonardo's neck, "Have you cut yourself recently, any scratches that could have become infected?"

Leonardo frowned and thought about it. "No, not that I know of."

"Well, I'll give you something for the nausea, but there doesn't seem to be anything more wrong with you."

"Thank you, Messere." Leonardo took the medicine form the doctor. He then motioned for Ezio to pay the doctor.

"What?" Ezio looked at Leonardo confused.

Leonardo glared at Ezio, "You made me see him, you get to pay him."

Ezio frowned but pay the doctor. As they walked away, Ezio asked, "Leonardo, are you mad at me?"

Leonardo didn't anwser him.

"Leonardo, you needed to see a doctor, you are sick, and you've been sick for awhile!" Ezio finished as they reached Leonardo's door.

And what happened next also caught Ezio by surprise.

Leonardo turned around, teary eyed, and buried his face into Ezio's chest, "I'm sorry, Ezio, I shouldn't have gotten mad at you, I know you were just worried!"

"What?" Ezio was completely confused.